Emily Bronte's "The night is darkening round me"

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🗓️ 20 December 2019

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Today's poem is Emily Bronte's "The night is darkening round me"--a poem for the shortest day of the year.

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0:00.0	Welcome back to the Daily Poem here on the Close Reeds Podcast Network. I'm David Kern.
0:08.7	Today is December 20th, 2019. And that means that tomorrow is the shortest day of the year.
0:15.6	December 21st, 2019 is the shortest day of the year. So today I wanted to read a poem in commemoration of that,
0:24.8	if you will, and it is by Emily Bronte. She lived from 1818 to 1848, and she was, of course, an English novelist and poet,
0:32.1	who is most famous for the novel that she wrote Wuthering Heights, which is, to many people, a classic
0:38.8	in an olive literature, not just in English literature. But of course, she also did publish a lot
0:44.1	of poetry, including the poem that I'm going to read today, which is called The Night is
0:48.2	Darkening Round Me. Seems like an appropriate poem to read for December 21st, and December 21st is a Saturday. So I wanted
0:56.0	to to read this today. Next week I'll have a number of Christmas poems for you. I will be reading
1:02.5	having poems the 23rd, the 24th, the 26th, and the 27th. I'll be taking the 25th off and then I'll
1:09.3	have some poems for the for the days following Christmas in the following
1:13.9	weeks there as we'd get into the new year. But here first is The Night is Darkening Round
1:19.1	Me by Emily Bronte. The night is darkening round me. The wild winds coldly blow.
1:31.5	But a tyrant spell has bound me, and I cannot, cannot go.
1:39.0	The giant trees are bending, their bare boughs wade with snow, and the storm is fast descending, and
1:48.4	yet I cannot go. Clouds beyond clouds above me, waste beyond wastes below, but nothing
1:59.2	drear can move me. I will not, cannot go.
2:08.9	I've also seen this poem titled Spellbound, and that's just on a couple websites, and I don't
2:14.3	know if that was ever a published title or I mean I suppose people can
2:18.4	perhaps people can title however they want now but that is a very interesting interesting
2:24.3	choice of a title because this story has a sort of fairy tale like vibe to it a sort of dark fairy tale
2:31.4	vibe to it you know maybe not a disnified fairy tale vibe to it. You know, maybe not a Disney-ified fairy tale vibe.
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